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years on CSI New Orleans , and I really wanted to get to grips with a darker character for a change. Get back to my roots. ’
    ‘ You Have No More Messages. ’
    He finished off the toast. Have to buy another jar of Marmite. And maybe some squeezy cheese. Breakfast of champions.
    ‘ Nichole, I have to ask you about coming back to Aberdeen after Hollywood. ’
    ‘ It’s so great to be home! People in the north-east are so real and down to earth, it’s incredibly refreshing after all that, ’ onscreen, Nichole Fyfe made quote bunnies with her fingers, ‘ “show business” stuff. ’
    Quote bunnies. What kind of person did that?
    ‘ And I understand you’re running a competition so one lucky viewer can win a walk-on part in— ’
    Logan jabbed the remote control’s off button and the picture disappeared into darkness.
    In the bedroom, Madness were banging on about finally being old enough to buy condoms. He slouched through to join them, drinking his milky tea between hauling on socks and pants and trousers.
    ‘ . . .and “House of Fun”. Speaking of fun, fancy winning yourself an exclusive VIP tour of the new Witchfire movie being filmed right here in the north-east? Well, stay tuned because you’re in for a treat after David Bowie. “Let’s Dance”! ’
    Bloody film was like a virus.
    He pulled on a white shirt that deserved a much better iron than the one he’d given it, sooking his fingers clean of butter and Marmite before doing up the buttons.
    Tie, or no tie? He picked a couple from the wardrobe, then stood there, staring at the sheet of paper taped to the glass.
    A blaring rendition of ‘If I Only Had a Brain’ came from his mobile. Logan blinked. Checked his watch. Been standing there like a turnip for five minutes.
    Shudder.
    He sank onto the bed and worked his feet into his shoes with one hand, answering the phone with the other. ‘What? ’
    Rennie sniffed. ‘ And good morning to you too. ’
    For God’s sake. ‘You’re not six.’
    ‘ Fine. We’ve got another battered Oriental male – this one’s from Laos. They beat the crap out of him, then took a hammer to his knees and ankles. ’
    ‘Anything? ’
    ‘ Won’t say a word. According to the ambulance crew, he was off his tits when they brought him in – doped to the eyeballs, reeking of cannabis. ’
    ‘What about the jewellery heist? ’
    ‘ Like juggling mud. Been dragging people out their beds all night – thanks for that, by the way, always nice to be sworn and spat at for a whole shift. Really boosted my morale. ’
    ‘So what you’re saying is: you didn’t get anywhere.’
    ‘ That’s not fair! Not my fault the gang haven’t tried shifting the stuff yet, is it? Maybe they’ve taken it down south, maybe they’re stashing it for a couple of years, or shipping it overseas. How am I supposed to deal with that? ’ Moan, whinge, complain, grumble, whine. On and on and on.
    He stuck his phone on the bedside cabinet, let Rennie enjoy his wee petulant moment while he laced up his shoes.
    When he picked up the phone again, Rennie was still going.
    ‘ . . .never get any credit. And how come I’m always on nights? It’s not— ’
    ‘Much though I’d love to sit here and listen to you bitch the day away, I’ve got work to get to, so—’
    A knock on the caravan’s door, loud and insistent.
    ‘God’s sake. . .’ Logan put a hand over the mouthpiece. ‘JUST A MINUTE!’ Then back to the phone, marching out of the bedroom and across the hall to the front door. ‘Get on to the lab – I want those forensics chased. And don’t let them give you any crap about “three to six weeks”. Tuesday , by the latest.’
    ‘ Would you like a magic flying unicorn while I’m at it? ’
    ‘No, but I’ll take an egg buttie – on my desk for quarter past seven. And a tea.’ Logan turned the key in the lock. Swung the door open. ‘And don’t think you’re—’
    Something exploded in his face, hard, driving pepper and